Melody Breeze was born on the 21st of March on a glowing summer’s sunset. She entered the world in a rather beautiful way, in a field full of daisies as her mother and father were enjoying a picnic with pink champagne, smell of summer leaves, gently breeze kissing their cheeks and accompanied music playing on an old stereo. 

Although Melody was only born and very small-tiny in fact, she remembers the very tune of the music she was born to. Ever since then her love for music bloomed and drifted just like the white daisies of the endless field.

Melody didn’t like to talk much, even to her parents and most of the time she got away by writing or pointing to things. On her seventh birthday she pointed to a red bicycle displayed in the front window of the local bicycle store on Apple Street.

She’d attach her old stereo, the very on her parents were listening to when she was born and cycle through the overgrown garden just a block away from school. Her hair blowing in the wind, the music took her mind to wondrous places. She’d often close her eyes and imagine riding through the milky way, through the forest where the birds chirped and sung her songs. She’d wish her bike will take her far, far away to a hiding place where it’d be just her and the stereo.